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Those who walked in darkness, Has now seen a great light; Who dwelt in such starkness, A star shining so bright. The dimness shall not be, As such a vexation; For the star guides to see, Not as an affliction. You have multiplied the nation, You have increased its joy; Reaps a celebration, Dividing to employ. The joy of the harvest, To divide the coddle; Thanking God for the best, But we must not dawdle. For the yoke a burden, The staff for his shoulder; Tis a guiding beacon, Opens a new folder. God has broken the day, Tramping warrior’s boot; In tumult battle way, Blood flows down every root. Garments rolled in the blood, Burned as fuel for fire; Causing a crimson flood, Of a warrior desire. For a child is born, As a Son is given; On earth He will sojourn, Till ascends to Heaven. The government shall rest, Be upon His shoulders; Prince of Peace to attest, Mighty God moves boulders. Wonderful Counselor, Peace shall be of no end; Everlasting Father, To Heaven to ascend. On the throne of David, His Kingdom He shall reign; Sacrificed with His blood, Freeing us from the pain. Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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